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Dear Auntie Helga, My name is Carl. My wife found out about your web site through a friend of hers and she thought you might like to hear how I got started into being petticoated. My wife currently petticoats me and we believe that this has made our marriage better. But, I actually got started in it when I was 5. My mother used to leave me with my grandmother a lot, mainly because she was in school at the time. Although my grandmother and grandfather couldn't drive, my grandmother's sister who lived with them could. I knew her as Aunt May. Many times Aunt May would take us all around town to go shopping which is what my grandmother liked to do best. Although some of this would get a little boring for me, my grandmother would make it up to me by getting me treats, taking me out to a nice place to eat, buying me clothes and toys and occasionally a movie. One day, she and Aunt May took me out on a regular shopping day. My grandfather had to stay home that day because he wasn't feeling well. When we got to the first department store, I noticed that we were spending a lot of time in the girl's department. I asked my grandmother why. She said she was looking for a birthday gift for the daughter of a friend of hers, the girl's name was Teresa. She also said she was having trouble finding something for Teresa and asked me for suggestions. Well, I didn't know what to tell her, I didn't know what little girls wanted. We went to another department store and found nothing. Then we went to a third department store. Now this store was not as big as the others and I had never been in the girls department in this store before. We went into the girls department and my grandmother and Aunt May started looking around. In the meantime I looked around as well. I don't know how else to describe this, but I was intrigued by the way this place was set up. It wasn't like the other stores where the girl's toys and clothes were in separate areas, rather the girl's toys were all in one area with the girl's clothes surrounding the toys. It was different, but beautifully done. There were displays everywhere, but there was this one display that caught my attention. There was a beautiful light pink carpet and on it was a little white rocking chair with a pink dress draped over it. The dress also had a white sash which tied into a bow in the back. I could tell that because there were several pink dresses just like it in various sizes, hanging on nearby racks. This rocking chair also had two girl baby dolls on it and they were dressed in beautiful frilly dresses. On the carpet in front of the rocking chair were a pair of white patent leather girlish shoes. There were four large doll houses on the floor near the rocking chair. I suppose this was meant to be a model for a girl's bedroom. Nevertheless I was so intrigued by this display, I couldn't stop staring at it. I just stood there and stared for some time. I was captivated by this display. I don't know what is was, maybe because it had some sentiment or it was homey. Then I started thinking to myself, "I wonder what it must feel like to wear a dress like that, or any dress?" I just stood there and kept thinking about that. The next thing I knew, my grandmother came up from behind me and put her hands on my shoulders and asked me if I liked what I saw. I said, "yes." She said, "do you like that dress?". I said, "yes well I would if I were a girl." I went on to say that I thought that Teresa might like that dress for her present. My grandmother agreed She went to the rack and picked one out for her. She gave it to Aunt May and told her to purchase it and get it gift wrapped. Aunt May took the dress and left. Then my grandmother turned to me and said, "now what are we going to do about you?" I didn't know what she meant, so asked her. She said, "since you like that dress so much, maybe I should buy one for you." I looked up at her and could feel my eyes getting wide and I was speechless for a moment. I said, "what would I do with a dress?" She smiled and said, "the same thing girls do with their dresses, you would wear it." I got a little scared and said, "wouldn't people laugh at me?" She said, "I wouldn't have you wear it in public, you would only wear it when you came over my house, your parents would never have to know, it would our little secret. Would you like me to buy that dress for you?" I thought about it for a moment and then I thought to myself that I would really like to try that. The idea of wearing a dress intrigued me. So, I told her to go ahead and buy it. Well we shopped around some more and she bought a couple other dresses that I liked. Then she took me into another part of the girl's department and started picking out panties for me. I asked her if she thought that was really necessary. She said, "if you're going to dress like a girl you might as well do it right." She also bought me some white tights, some girl's slips and pretty girly shoes. We took all of this back to her house, but I didn't get to try any of it on that day because my mother had to take me home. I was taken back to my grandmother's a couple days later, but this time we didn't go out shopping or anything. My grandmother said this was my day to wear that dress. I have to admit I spent those two days looking forward to this. My grandmother gave me the tights and a pair of panties. She sent me into a bedroom and told me to put these on and come back out. I had never put tights on before, but it wasn't hard to figure out how. They weren't the most comfortable thing I had ever worn, but they weren't too bad. I came back out. She explained to me how back in her day some mothers would punish their bad sons by dressing them up like girls. I don't remember her using the word that is used on your web sight: petticoating. But, I got alarmed and asked if she was doing this to punish me. She said, no. She went on to say, "I could tell that you were interested wearing dresses, I've always sensed that in you. So I'm doing this so you will know that it's okay. I don't want you to think that anything is wrong with you. It's perfectly normal for some boys to be curious about wearing girl's clothes" She went on to explain how nobody has a problem with a girl doing boyish things, but if a boy does girlish things he's looked down on by society. She also told me that she never did this with her two sons (my uncles) or my older brother, I was the only one. She said that my mother was a bit of a tomboy, so she's never had any child interested in doing girlish things with her. So, she was really enjoying this. Then she told me to put my arms up. I did and she put the silky slip on me. I couldn't believe the feeling I got. I never felt anything like it before. It was the most incredible sensation I had ever felt, when the silky slip flew around my legs. It was like this beautiful, airy feeling when the silky slip flew around my tights, I loved it. Now I knew why girls love this stuff. I said to her, "this is punishment?" I never felt so good in my life. I can't believe what us boys are missing out on" She said, "it would be punishment if I took you out like this or made you wear a girdle." I said, "oh yeah, let's not do that." Then she put the pink dress on me and I got that nice airy feeling around my legs again. Then she tied the white sash bow in the back. I couldn't stop looking down at my dress. It was incredible. I couldn't believe I was really in a dress. After putting my girly shoes on, I went and looked at myself in a life size mirror. I loved it. I twirled around like I've seen girls do to make my dress fan out. My grandmother bought me several dresses, skirts and girls toys like dolls over the next few years. My grandfather did not approve of this, but he did not interfere. He passed away a year later. My grandfather also had a friend who was a beautician and she got me fitted for a long haired wig. This way she could take me out in public and pass me off as a girl. She didn't do that a lot, but it was fun when she did it. Nobody ever knew. Even today I still miss that time with her. My grandmother and my Aunt May both passed away during my high school years. My parents found all of those dresses, wigs and girls toys when they cleaned out my grandmother's house after her death. They never suspected anything nor did they ever ask me if I knew anything about them. I drove over there one day and packed all of my childhood girl stuff away in boxes and brought them home and hid them in our attack. I thought it might be possible that one day I might have son who might be interested in doing what I did. My wife and I do have a one year old son, so I can let you know in about 3 or 4 years if this happens, we'll see. I told my wife about this 3 years into our marriage. She's the only one I've ever told. She told me that she loved that story. It turned out that our anniversary was just a couple weeks away. I bought her some jewelry she always likes, but her gift to me really took me by surprise. We had a romantic night out for our anniversary. Some time during that night she told me that she wanted to takeover where my grandmother left off. I didn't know what she meant, but I told her if will make her happy, go ahead. When we got home, she took me to go into the den. I couldn't believe what I saw. There was this beautiful pink party dress in my size draped over her white rocking chair (that she had as a little girl.) She said, "it's yours, go ahead and put it on." I did. And she's been doing this ever since and we both believe it has enhanced our marriage. Over the past few years she has bought me everything from party dresses, bras, heels and the list goes on. I love it that she has brought what my grandmother did back into my life. Thank you. Carl Thank you for your letter Carl. Your grandmother must have sensed correctly that would enjoy the experience as you most certainly did and still do, what a wonderful introduction and you are so very fortunate to have a wife to share it with today. Auntie Helga |